"Who'd have ever guessed Punisher could be such a jerk?" Pete helped Miguel into the house, taking most of his friend's weight, "Frank seems like such a nice, balanced guy."
Miguel grumbled about not knowing who Frank was, but that Jake was a massive male body part.
"Right, different universe, different people," Pete set Mig against the toilet, "Alright, lets see the damage."
He got his ward's suit off. Superficial wounds and bruises, some burns. There was a gash on his side and arm that would need stitches though.
"Alright, let's get that patched up," he reached for the first aid kit.
"I have better stuff at home."
"I would hope future tech is better," Pete cleaned the wound, "want a ring or toy?"
"I can go back home and get my stuff," Mig winced, "Toy?"
"You could, but you're already here," Parker reached into the bin on the shelf and pulled out a cactus shaped teether, "Open up," he slipped the toy between his teeth, "Good boy," he washed his hands and got to sewing his wounds up.
The man bit down on the teething toy as his friend gave him some homemade first aid.
All patched up and cleaned, both Spider-men were able to get a few zs before the sun rose. Not much, but a couple hours.
"Time for school, time for school!" May jumped on Peter's already sore back.
Spider-dad groaned, curling in on himself, "So this is how it ends? I always knew I would meet my final breaths to a cute redhead."
"Wake up, daddy! Time for school!"
"Rise and shine, Tiger," MJ called from the doorway, "I'm making breakfast, you get May ready for preschool."
Pete slobbered something into his pillow. He groaned loudly, rolling out of bed, hoping the ground would help wake him. It did a little.
"Come on, come on!" Was echoed through the room as a five year old dove from the bed to the floor. On his spine again.
"May please," he begged, "I'm getting up. Why don't you go wake up Miggy?"
"Miggy is here?!" She gasped, running away to find him in the guestroom.
Pete whimpered from the ground. Just ten more minutes
"Up Pete," Mary called, "Let's go!"
He sobbed quietly, standing to get ready for work. What a life.
X
"Ok, daisy overalls or rainbow dress?" Pete held out both outfits as his daughter pretended Miguel's bed was a trampoline.
"Minions!"
"Ok, come on then. Bounce this way," he held the pants open as she swung over and landed in effortlessly, "That's the pants, and," he quickly got her top changed, "Minions."
She danced around momentarily before she rushed out the room for breakfast.
Pete sighed, glancing over to the giant in bed. Did he really sleep through that!? Either way, he had to get ready for work.
"Up and atom," the man lifted his ward out of bed, "Come on, up up for breakfast."
Mig groaned, nearly falling over as he was placed on the floor, "What time is it?"
"Time for breakfast."
"Not hungry. Need sleep," the man slid from his hold and laid halfway on the mattress, "Just 20 minutes more."
"That probably won't be good for your back," Pete helped him fully into the bed, "Alright, twenty minutes more. I gotta get ready for work and to drop the wild child off at school."
Mig mumbled an affirmative to his sitter, pulling his dragon close and pulling the blanket over his head.
X
The combined typing in the Parker household was almost musical. MJ and Miguel were both focused as they worked away. Migs on several business statements and results and MJ on her latest articles.
"Do you know what you want for lunch?" She opened her tablet, reading through some lines she highlighted.
"I'm not picky," Mig pulled up an email he'd just received.
"Do you want a BLT or a turkey croissantwich?" She didn't get a response as he typed away, "When is your lunch hour?"
"Hmm," his eyes darted across multiple screens, "I don't have a lunch hour."
"Really? That doesn't sound right to me. Are you telling fibs?"
"I," Mig blinked, turning to her, "No. I mean, I do have a lunch time. It just varies is all."
MJ folded her fingers, watching as he fidgeted lightly from her questioning gaze.
"Ok, well, how about we both take a break around oneish? That gives us another hour to work."
Mig glanced to his screen's clock, "Ok. What are you reporting on?"
She explained what the current topic of interest was, potential corruption and unsafe practices leading to harming the sea life in the lake. But also that she was writing an article on the upcoming exhibits at the local history museum.
The man nodded along as she spoke, between his own paperwork and approvals. Sounded interesting enough.
"Five more minutes, Miggy," Lyla floated about the man's head.
"Mmhm," he ignored her, reading through the metrics paperwork so he could update it.
A beeping went off, startling him.
"Alright, Miguel, time for a break," MJ called from the kitchen.
"Five more minutes."
"No, not five more minutes."
"Five more, I just have to finish this!"
"Save your work, if I come over there I'm having Lyla lock your computer."
Miguel panicked, hearing her walk towards him, "Ok, ok!" He quickly saved his work, allowing the screens to vanish.
"Really enjoying the grind?" MJ reached out, taking his hand and pulling him from the table to the floor.
"I only have about 15 minutes, I have to log these incident reports and line the receipts up with the expenses for the month."
"Oh yeah, that's a definite lie." Lyla tsked.
"It is not! I just need a short break, then I can hurry and get the rest of my work done and be finished that much earlier. We have to get May afterall."
"Uh huh. Lift your waist."
Mig grumbled, obeying.
"Fighting with me to take a break, look at how soggy you are," she lifted the front of his nappy. "Look at this. Do you just not notice or do you actively ignore it?" she shook her head, untaping his diaper as he blushed.
"I'm not fighting you, I just don't think I need a very long breakā¦" he muttered, twiddling his thumbs.
"Look at what Jess got you," she held one of the nappies up for him to see, "They have your favorite toys on them. See the Legos?"
His eyes had an almost sparkle to them, "I don't think I've had that design before."
"What was one of your favorite designs?"
Mig tapped his chin, thinking to the various ones he's had over the years, "I had one that had a design for a plane on it, and one that had cacti and succulents on it. Oh! I really like my moon phase cover and then I had a milk and cookies flat!"
"I'm still partial to the grumpy bear ones," the sprite floated next to the redhead, "It just suited you so well."
"I remember the moon one," she pulled his pants up for him, "There, don't you feel so much better now that you're all fresh and dry?"
Miguel flinched, covering his mouth as MJ tickled his sides and tummy.
"You stop hiding that smile from me," she tickled him more, despite his struggling under her fingers, "Your mommy gets you some really nice things, doesn't she?"
"Yea," 2099 pushed himself up from the ground, with a shy smile, "Thank you."
"Hope you're not trying to sneak back to work early. It's your lunch break, which means I have you for another half hour. Now go wash your hands and come eat a meal with me."
"But."
"Go on."
Mig groaned quietly, making his way to the kitchen.
